For, remark now, gentle
boy, all we are prisoners and therefore guiltless of every offence--indeed,
where is the prisoner, but who, according to himself, is not more sinned
against than sinner, and where the convicted rogue but, with his tongue,
shall disprove all men's testimony? So here sit three guileless men,
spotless of soul and beyond all thought innocent of every sin soever.
Yonder is Rob, a robber, and here sit I, a Fool."
"Ha!" cried Rick. "Yet murderous Fool art thou and apt to dagger-play!
Belike hast slain a man this day in way o' folly--ha?"
"Two!" answered Jocelyn, nodding. "These two had been more but that my
dagger brake."
Here was silence awhile what time Jocelyn hummed the line of a song and his
companions eyed him with looks askance.
"Why then, good Folly," said Rick at last, "'t is for a little spilling o'
blood art here, a little, pretty business o' murder--ha?"
"'T is so they name it," answered Jocelyn.
"Bones o' me!" growled Will, "I do begin to love this Fool."
"And didst pronounce thyself our brother, Fool?" questioned Gurth.
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